They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite.
And I felt like my heart had been so thoroughly and irreparably broken that there could be no real joy again, that at best there might eventually be a little contentment. Everyone wanted me to get help and rejoin life, pick up the pieces and move on, and I tried to, I wanted to, but I just had to lie in the mud with my arms wrapped around myself, eyes closed, grieving, until I didn’t have to anymore.
Grief and resilience live together.
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.
You are grieving because you loved truly.
You are never stronger ... than when you land on the other side of despair.
You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.
His grief he will not forget; but it will not darken his heart, it will teach him wisdom.
Sometimes, only one person is missing, and the whole world seems depopulated.
Without you in my arms, I feel an emptiness in my soul. I find myself searching the crowds for your face – I know it's an impossibility, but I cannot help myself.
There are no happy endings. Endings are the saddest part, So just give me a happy middle And a very happy start.
She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.